I am, to most, an enigma. A sciolist, a sophist, a stalker. A very childish child with a thirst for useless knowledge, a penchant for bow ties, and an obsession with the unattainable.
I would describe my life as an aimless, wasted wandering, a disjointed chain of failed attempts to self-motivate, and an unquenchable desire to create a sandwich on which the bread:marmite ratio is undeniably perfect.
I'm another pretty, petty thing who believes she's in love; and my love of this impossible man even overshadows my love of tripling.
These are the bits that no one sees.
I am, to most, an enigma. A sciolist, a sophist, a stalker. A very childish child with a thirst for useless knowledge, a penchant for bow ties, and an obsession with the unattainable.
I would describe my life as an aimless, wasted wandering, a di...